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The night sky hung heavy over the city as Y/N and Wolverine continued their patrol.
The streets were quieter now, the usual hustle and bustle of the day replaced by the stillness of the late hour.
But for Y/N, the calm only heightened their sense of unease. Something wasn't right.
Wolverine sniffed the air, his heightened senses on alert. "You feel that too, kid?" he asked, his voice low. Y/N nodded, eyes scanning the darkened alleys around them.
"Yeah. Overhaul's up to something. I can feel it."The two move with purpose, their footsteps silent as they made their way through the shadowy maze of the city.
The earlier encounter with Overhaul and Eri played on repeat in Y/N's mind. The haunted look in the little girl's eyes, the way she clung to Overhaul as if her life depended on it-something was deeply wrong.
"I don't like it," Wolverine grumbled, his claws twitching slightly, itching to unsheathe."That girl...she's terrified. And that bastard Overhaul isn't just using her as a pawn. There's more to it."Y/N frowned, recalling the fear etched on Eri's face. "She looked like she was in pain, too. Like she's being hurt...or used."
Y/N and Wolverine moved swiftly through the underbelly of the city, their faces concealed by expertly crafted disguises. Y/N's usual quips were on hold; this mission required focus, though that didn't stop them from making the occasional sarcastic remark in Wolverine's direction.
"I can't believe we're doing this undercover stuff again," Y/N muttered, adjusting the nondescript baseball cap that covered their distinct features. "Makes me feel like we're in a bad spy movie."
Wolverine, dressed in a simple yet rugged jacket and a pair of worn jeans, grunted. "Could be worse, kid. At least you don't have to wear one of those cheesy fake mustaches."
Y/N snorted. "Yet."
The two navigated the labyrinth of back alleys with the ease of seasoned veterans. It wasn't long before they reached their destination—a rundown building on the outskirts of the city that was bustling with shady characters. The perfect place for a black market weapons deal.
Y/N glanced at Wolverine as they approached the entrance. "Ready to pretend we're low-life scum looking to buy illegal toys?"
Wolverine's lips twitched into a smirk. "You're practically a natural."
Inside, the atmosphere was tense, thick with the scent of sweat and fear. The room was filled with criminals of all kinds, each more dangerous than the last. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, while Wolverine's senses were on high alert.
They approached a table where a vendor was displaying an array of high-tech weaponry, and Y/N casually leaned in to examine the goods. "Got anything new? I'm looking for something... special."
